"Knoxville Hardecker...how's it going Buddy?"
"Brody Turnbullshit!" Knox shoulder tapped the Quarterback for the Marquette Badgers. Brody Turnbull having had history with Knox since Freshmen year when he attended Horton-Dexter before his family moved out of the district greeted him with a grin. "Ready to kick some Hopeless-Dexter ass?"
"You know it! We're gonna crush ole' Furlong."
"Crush him extra hard for me. Douchebag punched me a few days back."
"What for?" The Taylor Lautner lookalike paced about stopping every few seconds to kick the toes of his cleats on the grass. Some of his fellow players loitered around him as their pack leader.
"Girl thing. Speaking of girls." Knox arrogantly rubbed his chin, slightly wincing at the bruise left by Furlong's fist. Peering around at Marquette's Badgerl's cheering off to the side of the visitor bleachers he discovered a few new cheerleaders in the batch. "Looks like you Badgers found some new holes to dig into. Who's the brunette with the blond streaks?"
"My girlfriend." Brody chuckled, "Don't make me hit your jaw harder than Furlong did." He doubled his fist then laughed, "Just kidding...that's Jolene Waco. Pretty hot but hard to get. I've been trying trust me."
"Jolene Whacko, huh? Ten bucks says I get her number."
"Twenty bucks says you get nothing but a cold stare."
"I'll think on that bet. Ophelia's looking hot as ever too. Her sister Odessa around?"
"Somewhere. Dude! Can you keep a secret?"
"Come on you know me." Knox threw his hands to his sides like Christ on the cross, "Master of the Mischief, Lord of Lies. Not this time though."
"There's those horns." Brody chuckled, "Ophelia and the girls found out the new Cheerleader Coach for Horty-Dex bought some new uniforms." He leers out to see the Swallowers parading about in short t-shirts, ass cheeks winking at the world. "Gotta admit the Coach has style. I can see every ass on their squad."
"I live behind that bitch. I'm gonna shoot her fucking dog."
"The Pep squad Coach?"
"Yup! That's her walking with VanCamp...holy crap she got her to wear a shirt too. Motherfuck! I always thought Marci was crazy hot."
"Wait! That busty blond..." Brody drops his jaw, his fellow players admiring Piper from a distance. "Whooa! I want a poster of her on my bedroom wall."
"I can get you one."
"Serious?"
"Dude I have so many pics of that cunt I could break bank."
"Show me."
"I'll text you some later."
"KNOX!" A voice yelling behind him excitably forced Hardecker to twist to enable seeing his best friend Dip Poole running up behind him all winded, "You'll never guess what I just found out."
"What?"
"The Swallows mascot is none other than Travis Herbert. Hoyt got suspended helping you so Crandell put Perbert in the suit."
"No way! Why didn't Hoyt tell me that when he's been hanging with you and I since his suspension?" Knox cracked up. Dip nodding at Brody spotted Jolene Waco as well and found hearts in his eyes. As if drawn in by an unseen lure he began walking toward her until Knox grabbed the back of his concert t-shirt. "Spoken for DP!" Dip frowned and found his leash restraining him enough to just step back into hostage territory. "We have to sabotage Perbert for laughs. Brody? Can I borrow a few of your posse to hijack Big Bird?"
"I can arrange that. You never let me finish what Ophelia had her sister Odessa do."
"All ears Bro."
"Odessa sewed itching powder into the G-strings the cheerleaders are wearing. Once that special thread dissolves those whores are gonna be itching their coochies like they're masturbating."
"WOOHOOHOO!" Knox busted up pumping his fist, "Wait! Lily's wearing...fuck it! That's freaking hilarious. I can't wait to see Piper Cherry rubbing herself raw. How did Ophelia talk her sister into that shit? Odessa's usually against hurting people."
"Honor among thieves I guess, because she did it."
"Cool! I wanna talk to Odessa. If you see her around let her know I'm looking for her."
"Might be busy winning the game."
"Right! I'll find her before the nights over."
"Knox look!" Dip pointed across the field, "Josie McKellen's wearing one of those shirts too. I can see her ass cheeks. I don't think she's wearing any G-string."
"Nice! Might have to sneak attack that bitch too."
"Sable's cheering with the squad but I noticed she's wearing panties. Her own though."
"Where's Dakota?"
"Uhhhhhh?" Dip scouted the area finally pinpointing her. "Oh shit! Knox look, she's making out with that Mace guy. Even worse Mace has Piper's dog with him."
"Motherfuck!" Knox tensed up knowing how that fucking Rottweiler made his life hell recently. "I swear if that dog comes near me I'm suing that bitch owner and having it put down."
"Dude!" Brody chuckled, "Knox Hardecker's afraid of a dog?"
"Just his teeth. Find me some troops before kick off."
"Gimme a minute." Brody stepped away into the bleachers to locate some of his non jock buddies more than willing to assist in trouble if it meant humiliating Horton-Dexter. Arch enemies were like that.
While Brody collected his evildoers Knox stepped toward the Badgerl's and blew kisses toward Ophelia Bradley and her friend Marion Huff. Both girls stopped cheering and ran into his arms. Jolene seeing them abandon their ranks paused to watch their affection for the guy in a leather jacket on far too warm of a night. That alone was a red flag to Jolene, it meant ego.
"Wassup OOOOOOOphelia? Ready for me to rock your world? MariON MY DICK!" Marion laughed and nodded repeatedly. Totally up for that!
"Damn straight Hardpecker!" The African American cutie kissed him dead on the lips, while Marion waited her turn. Dip easing up to Jolene smirked, "That's my boy."
"Queer!" She told Dip with an expression of don't bother me.
"No I'm not." His lust switched to bitch mode, "Fuck you!" He wanted to up until that point. Jolene was only into what her job was, supporting her school.
Marion making out with Knox placed his hand on her tit to emphasize her need. He totally agreed to fuck her after the game. Turning to Ophelia, Knox kissed her again and asked, "Threesome? Foursome with Odessa?"
"My sis ain't into you. She's got her eyes peeled for some guy she met at the T-shirt shop. He's the guy who picked up the shirt order for those skanks over there."
"I heard. How did you get Odessa to make those G-strings?"
"She's a team player."
"If you say so. Is that the guy?" He pointed across the field at Mace Belmont walking Rotten, Dakota McKellen reeling from their kiss like a lost...he didn't want to say puppy.
"Oooo! He's cute."
"Lives behind me. His Aunt's the cheerleading Coach."
"Grisly Ruth?" Ophelia recalled Ruth Dunbar.
"Nope! The blond over there that should be a porn star." Another point toward Piper.
"Oh my God!" Marion added her own bit of awe. "She's got the hottest body I've ever seen."
"If she wasn't such a cunt I'd agree." He just couldn't resist making his neighbors look bad.
"She looks nice." Marion shrugged. "Gotta go." She kissed him one last time then rejoined her Badgerls. Ophelia spotting her sister on the Home side nodded.
"There's Odessa. She just found her boy."
"Fuck! That's all I need." He mumbled as Ophelia departed. Brody catching up with Knox introduced him to his hounds of war. A quick plan of attack and Dip led the boys into the trenches. Bird watching that is.
Once the group departed Knox turned and eyed the busty brunette hottie Jolene. Her tits dancing about beneath her fur bikini top. "Badger or Beaver?" He stopped to ask her as a cheer ended.
"Not interested."
"Doesn't answer my question." He persisted.
"Badger...my den is off limits. Bye now!"
"Damn! You are a cold bitch." He thought, then shrugged her off as if she didn't exist. He had more than enough Badgerls to make his night. Six steps later he saw another woman he had never seen before. "WHO...ARE...YOU?"
The woman could easily compete with Piper Cherry for the hottest bitch in 50 miles. In tight white shorts and a Badger fur bra stood the sexiest most athletic looking Latina he had ever seen. Her breasts an easy 38D even with a slimmer body and bulging dramatically drew him in like a lantern in the darkness. Long straight black hair slicked back and in a ponytail, a thin tiara atop her head she was jaw dropping.
"Marquette's new Girl's Coach..." Tight End Billy Bronx bumped into Knox, "Name's Maya Trinidad. Brazilian I think."
"I'd love to get lost in her rain forest. Me ohhhh, Maya!"
"She's got every guy at Marquette hard as rocks. Tween us...she puts out too."
"Really?" Knox puffed his lower lip then looked out over the field at Piper Cherry doing cartwheels, her G-string in full view. Other cheerleaders joining in on the bandwagon as the other wheels. Seeing Maya watching with an impressed look he made his move. Easing up behind her he silently whistled at her ass, her shorts so tight that the crease of her ass sank deep. "They're good this year aren't they?"
Maya hearing him step up leered over her shoulder. "Not bad. I'm better."
"I hear you're the new Coach. Just cheerleading?"
"Volleyball too. Any idea who their Coach is?"
"School Counsellor...Piper Cherry. She lives right behind me."
"I see."
"So do I." He chuckles.
"Enjoying my ass?"
"Ohhhh yeah!" He nodded. "Every inch of you."
"As all do." She bragged, "I wear no panties."
"Overrated anyway. Cameltoe?" He was a bold fucker. Turning around she let him look at her shorts. Crevice like a Death Star trench. "So you think you're better than Piper?"
"I know I am. I was a Tennessee Titan's cheerleader. She...looks familiar."
"Nice! Big TITan's fan." He laughed just as a loud speaker crackled to direct the crowd to attention. Roll call for the team starting line up was about to be revealed.
"Thanks for the information." She began to step toward her girls, Jolene in particular watching him make a fool of himself.
"Hey? Can I get your number?"
"You are the enemy are you not?"
"What? I graduated from Horton-Dexter yeah, but I'm not loyal to those dickheads. I wanna be loyal to your body." He laughed with swagger.
"Time will tell."
Left with a hard on. Bronx was right!
********
Josie McKellen pulled her daughter Sable aside between cheers and hugged her, expressing pride in her newfound energy. Sable had thus far not even tripped over her feet. Once the confidence pep talk ended Sable went back to work. Josie turned just as her daughters friends Andrea Beckett and Sandy Martin swooped in to say hi.
"Hi Mrs. M!" Sandy beat Andi.
"Just in time. Go get your T-shirts on."
"I'll sit this one out." Sandy laughed as Andrea found herself directed to Mimi Alexander and her girlfriend LeAnne holding the bag. Seeing that they were sharing one shirt Andrea walked toward them with an expression of, "Seriously?" Mimi smirked at her and giggled, "One for you and Sandy to share.",then tossed her an extra large. Catching it she exercised her right to say, "Not even." Putting the shirt on Andrea turned and went to join the party.
"I think she thought we were crazy." LeAnne put her chin on Mimi's shoulder sighing.
"I'm learning to live with that." She rather wished Kevin Fowler or Dewey Knowles would show up, but it didn't matter really, they would see each other tomorrow night when all the Faculty planned on meeting for drinks down by the river. She was ready to prove she could keep up with Piper and Josie. Her life needed this spark.
Brandon Foster appeared out of nowhere like a ninja to claim his own t-shirt and beamed with pride. "What no rainbows?" Skipping out to enter the cheering zone they greeted the feminine boy with shock at first, until he somersaulted alongside Piper and kept up perfectly. Welcome to the club Brandon Foster.
Marcella's band escorted their every move with a lively rendition of Welcome to the Jungle by Guns & Roses. How they produced that song with the instruments they had to work with was downright inspiring. Piper coming to a halt in her numerous cartwheels had to take pause and seek out Marci to offer a distant thumbs up. The band Teacher was appreciative of her guidance recognition. Marci still had issues wearing her shirt and panties feeling as if everyone was staring. Of course they were. Eyes were glued on the girls in short Swallow shirts, each and every one.
With the band closing out their anthem in favor of the PA Speaker notifying the stands of game time, Piper pulled young Brandon in and hugged him for his talents. "Good job out there. You have moves Young Man."
"Thanks. You haven't seen anything yet, but I'm afraid I'll be judged for...you know...being a boy doing cheers."
"Don't you dare let that stop you. Be yourself...ALWAYS!"
"I'm trying."
"Go join the girls."
"I'm trying to do that too." He chuckled, "If you know what I mean."
"Ladies and Gendermen. I introduce you to Brandy Foster." She winked. "GO BRANDY! GO BRANDY!" He danced along with Piper to the beat of her chant. Piper was so understanding of what he was going through.
"You are sooo awesome!" Brandy it was from here on out. "Can I wear a G-string?"
"G-Swing away." She motioned him back to Mimi and LeAnne. Off he went with a newfound confidence. No more Mister Nice Gay! He...She was on a mission. Piper felt right about her support.
Spotting more new arrivals Piper squealed and threw her hands out to her sides. Running toward the bleachers, chest giving her whiplash in transit she got the attention of a certain Wood Shop Teacher and his gorgeous lady. "Paaaaaaatriiiiiiiiiiice?" Bypassing Damon Rice who had his arms out awaiting a hug found Piper crushing her body into the busty black Goddess at his side.
"Hey Girl!" Patrice Hollander bubbled up dancing in step with Piper. "Looking sexy Bitch." Beside her a hefty Big Momma scowled at their behavior, especially the short t-shirt exposing Piper's ass cheeks. A snapped glare at Damon for checking Piper out made the man cringe and turn to the field. A throat cleared behind the entwined women was met with verse before breaking hugs. "You hush I'm in love here."
"Mmmmhmmm!" The heavy set African American shook her head, "I haven't seen so much skin since I found my toes." While sounding silly it was true, the woman was girthy. It was easy to tell she was no nonsense.
"Piper this is Calvin's momma, my big sister Cornelia."
"Hi Cornelia. I adore your son. So respectful." When he wasn't pawing up Piper in Detention on a regular basis.
"I raised him right." She bragged, "Don't you go changing his tune." Her eyes dropped to Piper's thighs, "Shameless Hussy."
"That's me."
"Be nice Cornelia. Piper's doing wonders for Horton-Dexter."
"I'm sure. Doing that is."
"It's as if she's known me my entire life." Piper puffed her lower lip at Patrice.
"I got my sister. Don't you worry. Oh...and whatever you do..." She leans in to whisper...don't refer to her as Corn Cobb. That might get you an ass whuppin'. She was called Cobb Knobb's all her childhood.
"I didn't even think it." Piper feigned innocence.
It was Patrice's turn to say, "Mmmmhmmm! I'll make sure she has nothing to say. Give me one of those shirts."
"I knew we were soul sisters." Piper hurried to Mimi and dug in for another shirt. Thankful she still had some left in the sack she returned with it. "2X! Room to breath I think."
"You seen these?" A glare down at her cleavage made Damon look and nod. Those were his babies. A darted gaze led Patrice to grab Damon and drag him along to change. Appalled by her bubbly nature and over sexualized attire Cornelia scowled at Piper.
"I have more shirts if you want one." Piper winked at Cornelia.
"Lord have mercy." Was all she got in return.
Piper decided to retreat back to her girls during the roster call between both teams before actual kickoff. Standing with Robin, Tina, and Deanna as the announcer called out Brody Turnbull. All three girls launched a stellar scream of admiration. Brody hearing and seeing their reaction made a swatting motion as if spanking them. Deanna nearly passed out swooning.
"He was doing that to me." Piper giggled and nudged Deanna.
"I'll share that fine ass man with you." Deanna laughed and butt bumped her Coach.
"I have my hands full with Roger Dundee. All yours Dee."
"You have two hands." She laughed, "Two feet too."
"Good point. I'm in." Piper maintained her flirty attitude.
Under the bleachers Patrice stripped out of her shorts and tank top to stand in only her bra and panties. Being dark outside assisted her in not being seen. Damon joining her trying not to laugh held her up in donning the Swallows t-shirt, removing her bra to enjoy kissing her nipples and squeezing her fine chocolate ass. Getting away with this was just like the old days when they were in High School themselves.
Seeing feet all around them through the planked seating it was like being at a swingers club full of potential voyeurs. Even people walking around could have seen them but the risk was rewarding. It certainly prepared them both for a fun night after the game. Her hand down Damon's trousers kept him mighty happy.
As her hand massaged his dick they heard a moan and paused to bulge their eyes. Turning in the underlying shadows they winced to see who was obviously there with them. Damon explored more closely then mumbled, "Josie?"
"Little busy." She whispered, "She was getting hammered doggy style by a boy on the basketball team. At least she still had her shirt on.
"Joel Pence?" He made out who her backup lover was. Shooting Guard Joel wiped his brow of sweat as he feverishly hit Josie, his balls slapping her inner thighs like muffled thunder.
"Hey Mr. Rice." He nodded grinning, "Don't mind us. I'll be done in a few minutes."
"Please take your time." Josie ushered with a gasp, her eyes turning white from looking toward Heaven.
Patrice slipping her shirt on for safety returned her hand to Damon's hidden cock. "Don't mind us either." A second to kneel in front of Damon, Patrice lowered his baggy britches and began stroking his beast. Deciding that he was into watching Josie she shook her head and stood up. Easing to his side she just gave him a healthy hand job. Josie finding reality looked up at the couple and smiled.
"Isn't this so much fun?"
"Helllll yeah!" Damon sighed.
"Can my man get closer?" Patrice grinned with evil intent. Joel shrugged and let them, as long as he got what he wanted from Josie he didn't care. Seeing his Wood Shop Teacher's cock was unnerving but his bitch was fiiiiiine! Damon reeling at the hand job's friction held Patrice from the side, his hand drawing her T-shirt up over her panties. Running his own fingers beneath her black lace he primed digits up into her cunt from behind and twisted them until she panted. "Fuck this."
Releasing Damon's cock she pulled away from his wet fingers and peeled her panties to her ankles and kicked them aside. Dropping to her hands and knees face to face with Josie she winked. A glance back at Damon she mumbled, "You just gonna stand there?" Damon dropped his shorts and joined the ladies. Penetrating Patrice with a deep dive in, she gasped and giggled under her breath. Both men smirking at one another took the dogs for a walk. The howls were not far away.
********
"STOP PULLING ME!"
Mace Belmont stopped and choked his Aunt's dog by pulling back. Behind him a few feet Dakota McKellen was still recovering from his unexpected lingering kiss. While yes she liked Mace, he was one of many in her sights, she just wasn't sure what she wanted. Hearing the roster coming to a close she found herself lost in thought. Should she lose her virginity to Angus or Mace? It was a hormonal toss up. In all reality she fantasized her first time being with her Father but knew that was never going to happen. Quiet under the circumstances she felt like being alone. Just as she prepared to step away she heard a girl call out for Mace. Venturing toward the source she saw a beautiful young black girl wearing a Badgerl bra heading their way, tits dancing with every step. Who was this? Curious how she knew Mace, Dakota hung out a bit longer.r"
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